Wall-E: RRRRRR!!!!!!
Angel: Dad! Stop it! I mean, perhaps M-O didn't want to like, uh, scrub Mom's Bio-Stasis chamber on accident!
(Wall-E tries to stuff a groggy M-O into his trash compactor)
Eve: Wall-E!!!
M-O: (Sees the dirt in the trash compactor) Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa...
Demonsion: Uh, guys break it up! Oh my, Wall-E stop forcing M-O into your compactor for heaven's sake! MY GOD NO!!! Oh great, Eve take over, I gotta tell the readers... STAY AWAY FROM MY MACBOOK YOU FREAK!!! Okay, I'm making this quick and snappy, I don't own Wall-E (any characters in the movie included), "Angel" by Natasha Bedingfield but I own Angel. STOP CLEANING THE SCREEN YOU BLINKING IDIOT!!!
Angel: Gee, grow up guys...
Chapter 4: Reboot
Angel roamed about the Axiom. So much history… At least seven centuries of it. It looked like humans once lived in this place, with the hover chairs that could only fit humans and certainly not suited for a mechanical frame of a robot. Angel wheeled around on her gyroscopic locomotion sphere. She was proud of her black sphere: She could disguise herself as a land-based robot or fly around as a free robot. But the Axiom was not for flying. Indeed, it looked foreboding.
She always heard many stories of the Axiom and Earth from her mother and father. On Earth, although it was choked with rubbish back then, is an interesting place with much history. On the Axiom, although it was clean with every service available to all of its passengers, was hell as the people lived a life with little meaning: A directive to merely survive.
To achieve such hygiene standards and self-sufficiency, Angel thought there surely should have been a robot controlling all that for the whole seven hundred years. Angel now imagined the robot: Its stern face overlooking the panels and buttons, keeping in check every little thing on board. She had a strong liking to someone who stuck with its directive: That attitude seemed the best in robots. After all, she had seen her parents (Who named each other their "Directive") and was determined to find her "directive" as well.
The robot knew where the controls of the whole ship would be. Most of the time the control room would be at a place where it overlooked both its course (Its directive) and purpose (A cruise). She immediately zoomed up the lift, not noticing an absence of a certain TYP-E robot, and entered the room.
It was dark and dusty. The control panels were out of use for years already. Angel explored the room. It overlooked the Lido deck, which had its swimming pools already drained out for further use. She turned around, noticing the presence of a deactivated robot.
She just stood there. Six spokes, one disc and an attractive cycloptic eye. Her sudden great joy turned into disappointment. A robot that held his directives for seven hundred years stood deactivated in front of her. She thought that perhaps the robot could not go on any further, and the captain had to take over the duties. She levitated around her idol, touching each spoke and gently touching its eye. It was at that moment that she saw the manual switch. Perhaps there was a way to revive, reboot her idol!